Maybe ten or twelve years ago just for grins, I browsed the internet for the name of an attractive mature divorced woman in her late fifties that I worked with; a slender blonde, a seemingly classy but down to earth woman. Her first and last name combination was very uncommon. What I found was a post on a forum for a nudist camp a couple of hours away. She made the mistake of using her real name, and mentioned that her and her boyfriend, whose name I also recognized, wanted to come up to the nudist camp that weekend and grill food for “our new friends” at the camp. She never dressed in even the slightest revealing clothes at work. She worked for my company for quite a few years afterward, but I never mentioned to her what I knew, and I never mentioned it to anybody else either.
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